Soul's Rhyme of the Time

Looking for an alliance,With many in defiance;A book that took,With many things overlooked.Maybe to explain,Because of the pain;Here to ascertain,That which remains.With many detained,Here being estranged;Yet the message rearranged,So many tell me they're ordained;Which sounds quite strange, When we ponder what is arranged.Whilst some might say we’re in Heaven,Have a look at the moldy leaven;Where everything rots,Have we forgot?We’re here to grow,Like a plant you know;In compost we live,That we might give;Yet no fruit we find,As most are in some form of bind.It’s faith that should sprout;Yet religions took that word and spelled it out.Changing it into doubt;Rather than something devout.Faith means to trust,Not as discussed,With some label to entrust;So carefully readjust,As much of that is lust.Making it incomplete,Where it’s becoming obsolete;Instead of being concrete,Like a pro athlete.A soul can glisten,Hopefully to listen,Where there is no division;Oneness as a definition.